Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.